It is better to delve into the darkness
When I am restless
To trace a thin line
That tracks back
To all other conscious minds
In my own timeline
Revisiting people I used to be
Those ones who are no longer me
Completely lost in seven year cycles
Fractional deaths in the form of
Complete regeneration
Till not a single original cell remains
And all that I have is my name
And memories
But even the memories change